What bad thoughts can a double have?

Suddenly moved to a cold place, Song Chengyuan couldn't help shivering.

Qin Shaohui lay down on the bed, stretched out his hand and pulled Song Chengyuan into his arms.

Suddenly transferred from a cold place to a warm embrace, Song Chengyuan comfortably rubbed against Qin Shaohui's chest, oh, among other things, Qin Shaohui's humanoid pillow is quite comfortable to hold, the most important thing is that it is still very warm.

Looking at Song Chengyuan who was satisfied and comfortable, Qin Shaohui suddenly asked him: "Do you like me?"

Song Chengyuan blurted out: "Of course I like it." So far, Qin Shaohui, the sponsor, has performed well, and he is very satisfied.

Qin Shaohui continued to ask: "What do you like about me?"

Song Chengyuan blowing rainbow fart: "I like your handsome, gentle and considerate."

Qin Shaohui was dissatisfied: "Don't you like my money?"

"Of course I like it too." Song Chengyuan said jokingly, "Mr. Qin, you are a fighter among tall, rich and handsome. I like all three characteristics of being tall, rich and handsome."

Qin Shaohui snorted lukewarmly.

Song Chengyuan stretched out a finger to poke Qin Shaohui's chest, and finally couldn't help asking the doubts in his heart: "Well, you spent so much money to support me, isn't it just to sleep with me at night?"

He wanted to see how long Qin Shaohui could bear it.

"Don't make trouble." Qin Shaohui held his troublesome hand, "You are still young, we will talk about it when you grow up."

At least we have to wait until Song Chengyuan grows up to be 20 years old.

Song Chengyuan deliberately teased him: "But I've been an adult for more than a year, even if something happened between us, it's legal, you don't have to worry about it."

"Sleep, don't talk anymore." Qin Shaohui hugged him tightly, "Get out and sleep on the sofa if you talk again."

"Boss Qin, don't hug me so tightly, you're strangling me." Song Chengyuan protested in a low voice, and after a long time, Qin Shaohui turned out to be playing a nurturing game.

Qin Shaohui let go of the hand holding him, turned around, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Without a warm embrace, Song Chengyuan had no choice but to wrap the quilt tightly around his body, cheapskate, and even got angry.

The next day was the weekend, and Song Chengyuan didn't have to go to work, so he slept until after ten o'clock and didn't get up.

Yawning lazily and walking out of the room, Song Chengyuan was surprised to find that Qin Shaohui was dragging a hose to water the flowers in the yard.

Thought he had already left.

Song Chengyuan opened the door and walked into the yard. The sun was warm. Song Chengyuan couldn't help stretching comfortably. When he stretched, the hem of his pajamas turned up with his movements, revealing a thin white waist.

Qin Shaohui glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, the child is so thin, it is time for him to exercise.

Song Chengyuan has lived here for so long, and he hasn't observed the garden carefully, but today he discovered that there are many flowers in the yard.

"Are these flowers always there?" Song Chengyuan asked curiously.

Qin Shaohui turned off the faucet: "I asked someone to plant these a few days ago. I count on you to raise the flowers. They must have died long ago."

Song Chengyuan: "I'm really not very good at growing flowers. I used to raise even cacti to death." So don't expect him to help take care of these flowers.

As if seeing his thoughts, Qin Shaohui said: "When I'm not around, someone will come to take care of these flowers on a regular basis, so you don't have to worry about it."

"That's good."

Song Chengyuan heaved a sigh of relief. Qin Shaohui only lived here for a few days a month. If he really raised these flowers to death, he might be unlucky at that time. At least he would be criticized, and at worst he might be abandoned. The relationship between Qin Shaohui is so fragile that a little wind can blow it away.

During the meal, Qin Shaohui asked him: "A friend celebrates his birthday tonight, do you want to go together?"

Song Chengyuan asked casually, "Whose birthday is it?"

Qin Shaohui: "Wang Jingxu."

Song Chengyuan's eyes lit up: "Go~"

As mentioned in Wang Jingxu's personal book, Qin Shaohui's admirer, he came from a wealthy family and was the only son in the family. He and the original owner, who couldn't love each other, gathered together to plan how to break them up. However, although Wang Jingxu was in the same boat as the original owner, he did not lose his nature. The original owner wanted to kill Zhao Jingze in a frenzy. It was only by tipping off the news that Zhao Jingze's life was saved.

Of course, the current Song Chengyuan is determined not to do the stupid things that the original owner did. The reason why he wants to meet Wang Jingxu is because Wang Jingxu will become a famous singer in the future. Song Chengyuan wants to get in touch with him and see if he can Wang Jingxu pulled him to his company.

Looking at Song Chengyuan with sparkling eyes, Qin Shaohui couldn't help but think, as expected, he is still a child, and he likes to join in the fun.

In the afternoon, Li Jun brought Wang Jingxu a gift, two expensive watches.

"President Qin is really generous. He will give a pair as soon as he gives it away." Song Chengyuan said sourly. Although Qin Shaohui only gave such an expensive gift because of the friendship between the two families, in Wang Jingxu's view, it is different. Wang Jingxu He will unilaterally believe that this is Qin Shaohui's preference for him.

Qin Shaohui handed him one of the watches: "This one is for you."

"For me?" Song Chengyuan was surprised, "It's not my birthday, so why would you give me a gift if you're so nice?"

The watches of this brand are not cheap, ranging from 10,000+ to tens of millions. The price of the one Qin Shaohui gave him is around one million.

Qin Shaohui opened the gift box and took out the watch inside, then motioned for Song Chengyuan to extend his hand.

Song Chengyuan hesitated for a moment, then slowly stretched out his left hand.

Qin Shaohui put the watch on for him, then grabbed his hand, looked back and forth, and commented: "Not bad."

Wearing half a house on your hand is of course not bad, but having said that, Qin Shaohui really has a good eye, the style of the watch is simple and elegant, and Song Chengyuan still likes it.

"Thank you, Mr. Qin." Since the patron is so rich and powerful, he will not be polite.

Qin Shaohui: "You are my person now, and going out represents my face. There will be a lot of people at the birthday party tonight. Be careful and don't drink alcohol."

If he drank too much like last time and wanted to sing, then he would be in trouble.

Song Chengyuan: "...Understood."

At seven o'clock in the evening, Song Chengyuan followed Qin Shaohui to a five-star hotel, where Wang Jingxu's birthday party was held.

As soon as he entered the venue, Wang Jingxu, the protagonist of the party, rushed over: "Brother Qin, you are here."

Wang Jingxu has just graduated from a well-known music academy in China this year. Because he is of mixed race, he thinks his appearance is very good-looking. The combination of tall nose bridge and light blue eyes is very eye-catching.